PEN

I am a writer
people call me pen
I look too small to see
but my job is too dominant.
Everyone keeps me
near their heart
President, actor, doctor
even security guard.
I remember when I was chopped
from my mother plant,
I was in lot pain
the agony of it... I just can't.
They peeled off my head
and tweaked it so sharp
dipped me in colours
blue, green, light and dark.
I got chocked up
unable to breathe
then took me out of the pool
and rubbed me again a sheet.
People designed me according to their will
they pinched inside me a plastic refill
after the cessation of my work
they keep me in pockets or box.
I had bear all the brutality
quite enough coz it's my duty
but few folks are still unaware
who do not know how to read, write and learn.
©bluevibes